The man in the chair was at best wretched. His skin was decrepit, unkempt, and a disgusting pale white. He had long, lengthy features, his hair messy. He sat adjacent to at least a dozen, blinking TV screens, all displaying a different bird's-eye views. I take a weary step forward.
His head snaps back.
His is sharp, imposing. He exuded an air of cockiness, of an almost regal stance.
I flinch, recoiling.
"You uh..."
Slowly, he begins to stand.
This couldn't be Atticus...could it? The screen had shown what seemed to be an entirely different person.
His form looms over me. He has to be at least seven feet tall.
I gulp. We continue to stare for what seems like an eternity-
"Well?"
His sudden speech jolts me back to awareness. "Well what?"
He spreads his arms out wide. "Weren't you going to kill me? Take my slice of the sacred loaf? Isn't that your goal?"
"Yeah, I guess..."
"Then do it. Strike me down."
"But I have so many questions..."
The man falters for a second, almost sympathetically. He sighs. "Don't we all..."
I don't even know what's happening anymore...
"...I'll answer any questions I can."
"This seems like a plot device."
He smiles. "It just might be, Okoramo. It just might be."
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"Distortion?"
"Mhm." He nods his head. "My Twitch. It allows me to 'Distort' my image or being through the minds of others, twisting it in any way I see fit. The only reason that Cybersplit Island willingly took me in as its dictator, and the reason you saw me the way you did before. This can be used in a multitude of different ways- but just think of it as manipulating the memories one has of me, and the way they think of me."
I nod knowingly. "Okay...uh..." I stop for a moment, thinking back. What else would he know...
"Oh!" It hits me. I've had this question for a while. "What the fuck is Jigoku's twitch?!"
His face lights up ever so slightly. "Ahh. An interesting topic. You see- he has no Twitch."
I nearly ejaculate. "THE FUCK YOU MEAN?!?!"
"The variety of Tamajutsu is nothing to scoff at." He says. "You've seen it utilized for healing, defense, and offense. One thing you have yet to see for more than a few minutes, though, is it used at a higher level: Red. At this level, the soul becomes more flexible- more malleable. This allows it to branch off, creating subcategories of abilities pertaining to the traits of one's soul. These are more commonly referred to as 'Ken', or Tamajutsu Techniques. Jigoku never awakened his twitch- so he relied heavily on Tamajutsu and Ken. Hopefully, that answered your question."
I nod. "Uh...yeah. I do have one more question, though."
"Yes?"
"Where the fuck do I go after I leave? Cause like, I got no idea where the other lieutenants are."
"Mmmm," He ponders for a moment. "I don't know the exact location, but somewhere in the far east, I'm fairly sure you'll find one."
"Actually- I lied. One more question."
"Okay...?"
"Why are you being so kind to me?"
He stops. "I suppose I feel entitled to do so, but it does feel as if something is off...nonetheless, some of the most miraculous phenomena occur without explanation, so I find it best to admire the occurrence rather than tarnish its beauty through analysis." He rises to his feet. "I hope I could be of help to you at least." I don't respond. Something about him...I feel like I recognize him from somewhere...
"You were of great help." I issue a proper bow, before curb-stomping him against the armrest of his chair.
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Short chapter cause I'm popping off next week.